Wednesday, September 20, 2006

in dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty...

Hi.

Look, I can't stop long as I've got to go and catch a plane to Dublin (the last remnants of Hurricane Gregory permitting). The plan from there is to take in one practice day and all three match days of the Ryder Cup at the K Club.

I'll tell you all about that when I get back next week. I've also just spent a couple of days away from my comfortable desk in the office and have been out working in store, so I'll probably tell you all about that as well.

I bet you can't wait, eh?

You lucky, lucky people.

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One thought before I go -- I watched a daddy-longlegs buzzing around the living room for a few hours the other night. It wasn't particularly annoying, so I just left it alone. The next morning it was dead. This got me thinking: I don't know how long they live, but let's say for the sake of argument that they're like mayfly and they only live for a single day. That means that this poor sod spent about 6 hours of his life -- a whole 25% -- banging fruitlessly against the walls of my living room. If you assume that human life-expectancy is about 80 years, then that's the equivalent of a 20 year stretch.

Knowing this, do I now have a moral obligation to try to set as many of these things free as I can? Surely nothing deserves that kind of a fate, does it? The same thing also applies to moths, although on reflection I reckon that flies and wasps should do the time.

The K club, the best golfers in the world, my favorite event in golf next to the Masters and th Open tournament. I'm so God Damn JEALOUS I could scream. Have a great time, and I wouldn't say no to a hat.

Very noble of you to continue supporting the tradition of golf. I'm too selfish to put myself through that... ;)

I despise all the flying insects that come in during autumn. I have a policy though. First, I turn off the light and put the one outside on, and open the window. I give them five minutes to leave of their own free will.

If they fail to do that, I take a cup and piece of card, willing to relocate them peacefully.

If they resist my efforts and continue to invade my domain with their fucking annoying buzzing-right-up-to-your-earhole antics, I make with the fly spray.